When Does Finn Die The 100 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He must have been severely affected by Mallory. Finn let out a sigh as if the entire world rested on his shoulders, prodding his computer awake with a mouse click and logging into the administration system. He already knew that Carter had informed him that his readership and subscriptions were declining, but he hadn't truly examined the numbers. Were they awful enough to merit a role in this embarrassing prank? Finn sympathized with Carter since he had also been burnt by a woman, but he didn't truly support his friend's plan to burn the entire globe to the ground out of retaliation.

Finn fished out a scalpel from the pocket of his white overall and twirled it leisurely on his fingers, his voice indifferent, "She cheated me. She has to pay the price!" Sydney raised her eyebrows. 'Because Lyra cheated Finn, he's going to let her die miserably from a terminal illness. Is he too revengeful?' Although Sydney thought so, she did not say it. Finn was not a nice person, but Lyra was also evil. Neither of the two was better than the other. And Finn targeted Lyra, which was a good thing. Finn didn’t hurt ordinary people or people she cared about anyway, so she wouldn't say anything about what he did with Lyra.

Ian reminded. “Yeah, which is why this conversation shouldn’t even be happening, Ian!” Avery snapped but Ian still doesn’t understand that until morning comes and his face is all over the news with people wondering who’ll be Finn’s successor between them both since it has officially been confirmed that Finn’s dying and somehow some of Finn’s business associates got his number. All calling and hoping for a meeting but even with how chaotic the situation was, Ian and Avery still left for the hospital the second day but this time, Ian couldn’t avoid getting his pictures taken.

But two hours later, the storm outside raging into a violent frenzy, the heavy oak doors of the grand hallway creaked open. Finn didn't show up alone. His past flame was trailing right behind him, her fingers clutching his arm like a parasite. He looked like he was about to run over to my side, his hazel eyes wide with a mixture of anger and desperate panic, but the woman beside him tugged hard on his arm. From the corner of my mind, it crept back to me that Finn, during this exact time last quarter, had a massive corporate presentation scheduled with the board of directors—one that dictated a titan-sized portion of his inheritance.

Anything that doesn’t show what just almost happened. There’s not enough time. I know it before I finish trying. The feelings roiling through me are too wild to pack up neatly in a few seconds. The trees blow open and Finn's through first, half-shifted, teeth bared, ready to die for me, and pulls up to nothing because there's nothing left to fight. Just me. Naked. Shaking. Stinking of dead things and dark magic and the hunter who's spent three weeks trying to put silver in my chest.

They carefully pile up some fingers to send to the gambling dens until Mick growls, signaling everyone to back off. I wasn’t sure how the bastard was still alive, his heart was barely recognizable. Mick trots to him, staring down into his bleak eyes. He’s on his back now, his guts exposed. A quick swipe across his face with a claw draws blood, coating Mick’s paw. I had no idea what I thought I’d feel at this moment. But I just feel dead. Because there are so many more Stephen Millers in the world. It’ll never be enough. Mick growls so loud, it practically shakes the room. He bares his canines, wanting them to be the last thing this piece of shit sees.

"Mark, Jenna's not perfect, but don't drag her mom into this." "You're always so kind," Mark said. Then the frost hit. "Mr. Jensen, if you want my money, let Jenna crawl back and beg." Click. Dad cursed. "I beat you bloody and he still doesn't give a damn. Saving him back then was a waste! "I don't care what it takes—get money. I'm drowning in debt. I need cash to bounce back. And if you don't bring any, I'll kill you!" I felt nothing.

MAYA “Hey,” Finn murmured, pressing me closer against his chest. “Are you alright? Can I get you anything?” “No,” I shook my head slowly. “H-How did he die? Was he sick?” Finn hesitated just a fraction, but I felt it in the way his arms tightened. “He wasn’t sick,” he said quietly. “They were returning from the Annual Moon Goddess Worship Ceremony when Ferals attacked. A dozen of them, maybe more. They killed a hundred warriors, Alphas, six elders, and injured others badly.”

he muttered, barely above a whisper. I didn’t let him finish. I was on him in an instant, my claw was digging into his chest, ripping, feeling the life beneath my fingers. He gasped, his eyes were wide with terror, realization hitting him too late. Death was at his throat, and yet, King Finnian grabbed my hand, jerking it away, his strength was the only thing keeping me from ending the poor man.

The time for pretenders was over. “Count me in,” Finn said suddenly. “I guess it’s time I avenge my father’s death as well.” I turned to him, surprised. “Your father is dead?” The question came out sharper than I intended, laced with shock. “Yes.” His expression darkened. “He was killed because of the same man you’re talking about,” he replied, his jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscles jumping beneath his skin. “You mean Alaric?” “Yes, ma’am—”